Thinking about it,  EXTORTING YOUR PEONS   for as much as you can seems like the wisest choice, by far. You chuckle to
yourself, oh how smort you are today (and every day). To the garden, you scamper (mischievously)- and you find it full of mostly PRETTY THINGS and less
full of YUMMY STUFF. But there still should be enough for your tum tum.
You spot some  OOPY GOOPY TOMATORS, and rush towards them. Your tail snags and snaps a few branches, but
nothing daring enough to stop you, HUNGRY GOSSMOGLE.
Though, unbeknownst to you, this elder ZigZag is quite particular about its
garden, and quite peculiar in how it protects its garden. As soon as you
get near the FOOD THING, you get ZAPPED AWAY  by the elder ZigZag!   YEOWCH!!!!!!

Spiraling out of the garden, and into the STRATOSPHERE with you, and with an
empty stomach, no less.

YOU HAVE FAILED TO EAT.



 See You, Space Cowboy....

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